Do you like my poem for Anzac Day remembering the Mum's as well-"The Photograph"?

She reaches out and touches his face.

Wondering where in an unmarked grave

Is her only son, in that Godforsaken place.

And she sees his face, so young, so brave.

A warm breeze blows her greying hair,

About an anxious, weary face.

A grandfather clock chimes without a care,

Down the hall where he'd play in his favourite place.

Into the room, into the quietness,

She whispered, "You never came home."

Silence screamed back into the stillness,

Finding a son's mother all alone.

When he was little, he'd say she was beautiful.

Her mischievious, lovable, wayward kid,

Grew up to fight for his country, and to the end was dutiful.

Always watching out for his mates, as they also did.

Now his friends lay still by his side,

She is proud, but her arms are empty.

Left with the sorrow she keeps inside,

And the ache in her heart won't let her be..

With the yellowed telegram held tight in her hand,

His kind smiling eyes look back at her,

From within the gold frame on the mantlepiece.

Do you like my poem for Anzac Day remembering the Mum's as well-"The Photograph"?

wow, that is so beautiful, a tear almost came out, you are very, very talented, do you have anymore that I could read?

Do you like my poem for Anzac Day remembering the Mum's as well-"The Photograph"?

Its good, i like it. Lest we forget.

Do you like my poem for Anzac Day remembering the Mum's as well-"The Photograph"?

Yes it is nice, I am a poet writer myself.

Do you like my poem for Anzac Day remembering the Mum's as well-"The Photograph"?

I like it. And i like Anzac cookies. i wonder.. do they have anything to do with this day?